Being a Grown Up is Hard (a poem)

Being a grown up is hard.

It's not like I thought it would be.

There's no recess, snack time, or naps,

and you only get breaks to go pee.

Being a grown up is hard.

There's too many bills to be paid.

The perks are pretty much limited,

to drinking alcohol and getting laid.

Being a grown up is hard.

So many decisions to make.

And why do I have to eat healthy?

I just want another cupcake.

Being a grown up is hard.

There's always work to be done.

Cleaning the toilets and laundry

are NOT my idea of fun.

Being a grown up is hard.

So much is expected of you.

If I ever actually got a vacation,

I wouldn't even know what to do.

Being a grown up is hard.

Some days you just want to scream.

And then you win the lottery!
Oh wait... no. That was a dream.

Being a grown up is hard.

It can be quite taxing and trying.

And if someone tells you it's not,

I'll lay odds they're probably lying.

Being a grown up is hard.

Or maybe I'm just in a funk.

Either way, if anyone needs me,

I'll be in my fort getting drunk.

*Written by Teena M. Hauxwell-Finn

September 18, 2014